TWIRLING MISSION

(our combined sketches and notes in his beautiful notebook of designs and the small upstairs area where the tailor magic happens)

CHECK!

After being fired by two tailors and shamed by one more, I finally landed in the "Cotton Cottage," on ice cream alley (the street is called something else, but with all the ice cream parlors, that's how D and I refer to the locale). In a last-ditch attempt to actualize my silk dress dreams, I chanced on one more guy . . . I should have known with a name like Shiva that he was going to tear it up-- no not my precious jewel-toned silks, in his amazing sewing skills! Communicating solely through drawings and hand gestures, a miracle occurred and he got it. He was a visionary and made me feel like a princess. It was an awesome last hurrah and I couldn't be happier to get rid of my grungy travel clothes and wear ridiculous dresses while on our journey -- twirling all the while!